The Tyburn Jig
The bastards came in hundreds - they flocked from all around,
They piled into those old crossroads where the Tyburn gallows stand,
They stood and watched with glee as i performed the Tyburn jig,
They gathered and they gave applause as i gargled and i kicked.
Rattling and twitching i twisted on the rope,
Feeling every inch that pinched from deaths grip on my throat
Submitted: August 27, 2012
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Interesting. I like the first person perspective.
Mon, March 18th, 2013 12:19amDibs is right,people have not changed.
I really enjoyed reading this,as it is well written
with an unusual viewpoint.Good work.
Dee.
Well written, dark places. How mankind love to think that they have evolved.
Wed, December 9th, 2015 8:17pmOuch, that's smarts, lol. ... Well written with a, "I knew it was coming but I still wasn't sure," ending.
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dibbledabble
And has society changed that much? You just have to watch tv or read the rags to realize that we as a society have a macabre interest in others downfall. I believe it is a shameful human trait
Wed, August 29th, 2012 6:47amLiked this poem
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people’s morbid interest in death and suffering is an enduring one. Curiosity is forgivable, but the pure love of spectacle that is prevalent in society today is truly abhorrent indeed. Thanks, and thank you for reading and commenting
Wed, August 29th, 2012 4:19am